Jiao Wuhen was quite a capable figure. The two of them slipped into the restriction, snow flying all around them. Jiao Wuhen shot forward with astonishing speed.
Lu Xiaotian was slightly surprised. He had known that Jiao Wuhen could not possibly tell him everything, but to suddenly explode into action the moment they entered the Ice-Snow Demon Race's restriction, without giving him the slightest time to react, clearly showed that Jiao Wuhen had planned this long ago.
Yet there was not the slightest trace of panic on Lu Xiaotian's face. Although he was not as familiar with this place as Jiao Wuhen, while Jiao Wuhen led him through the restrictions along the way, Lu Xiaotian had used the power of space to leave marks at every crucial node. These spatial imprints would not affect the restrictions' operation in the slightest. Unless a Golden Immortal expert came over, discovering his marks would be anything but easy.
Jiao Wuhen was using him to draw the Ice-Snow Demon Race's fire, while his own familiarity with the place meant that he could retreat at any time after rescuing his clansmen. It was indeed a sound calculation. But Lu Xiaotian was not so easy to fool. Shaking him off would not be so simple.
Jiao Wuhen's speed suddenly increased. Lu Xiaotian took a light step and followed unhurriedly behind him.
Jiao Wuhen's heart jolted. He had already used a secret technique to raise his speed to an extremely high level. Moreover, in this area where shadow-snow drifted in disorder, he had just vanished from his opponent's sight. With the shadow-snow blocking the way, even divine sense could not easily pinpoint his position. Yet he had not expected Lu Xiaotian to catch up anyway—and it looked as though he had barely exerted any effort.
"Fellow Daoist